No Fortress Strong Poem by Myrtle Thomas

No Fortress Strong



A Journey over dry land
with clouds ever so high
where tears run like rain drops
hot upon a sorrowful soul
hollow simplistic speech
from lips forked in echoes of yesterday

As the wind whispers a name
forgotten to time is the memory
of a shadow baked in the heat
between two lovers broken and shattered
pieces unglued from karma and clover

With a stigma tied to the heart by bared wire fence
where life now lays to waste in misfortune
as solitude drowns them in unbelief
now stand to attention you soldiers of self design
you beggars of the world, and it's glory!
who is left to frown upon, to mock or jeer

You were intermingled like a wedding band
married to the world through spiritualism
and sorcery, identical in merriment
through drinks and gifts, your gaiety and laughter
now doubt the signs of the parties end.

©MyrtleThomas